This is a song about "Who s house"

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Who is at the house for no longer than two days

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

About the niggas who fucked you everyday inside your house

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Foundation till i built my house

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Alright i'm at the house.

Start beef bigger then your spouse